It's been a couple months. At the risk of being too verbose like my mom, here were the highlights.
We had a tornado scare. Leland was brave as always.
June
29...I turned the big 3. We had an early celebration with Mimi, Pa,
Auntie Kelly and Claire. I had the perfect pink cupcake with a little
Thomas engine. And I celebrated three more times, with the same cupcake, because I couldn't bear to eat a thing of such beauty.
I also celebrated with a trip to the zoo and got alarmingly close to a red kangaroo that my parents were surprised to see was not in a cage. Luckily they caught me as I approached it to give it and its sharp claws a hug.
I was a lucky boy and got some great presents. Sister particularly loved my chairs because she likes to climb on top of things and dance. Daddy is less than thrilled about this habit.
Auntie
Darcy, Uncle Scott, Evan and Ryan (or Ry-Ry as I like to call him)
moved to town. They live right down the street and I LOVE it. They seem to be handling my toy-stealing, in-your-face snuggling, rowdy ways relatively well so far.
Papa
G and Gigi came in for the big move too and there was lots of
snuggling, cookie making, and playing.
We also watched Dumbo and were
all a little confused by the drunk elephants dancing scene.
Mimi, Mommy and Reagan had their first girls' weekend. I am told there was shopping, food, relaxing, and baby's first trip to the bar.
Reagan had her first birthday July 21. I, ahem, she got lots of great presents--including her first doll, high chair and tea set. They keep me, I mean her, entertained for HOURS. Can you pick up on the pattern here? I *might* be having a hard time sharing these days...
At her 12-month check-up, she was tipping the scales at 16 pounds 3 ounces (5th percentile) and a staggering 28 1/2 inches tall (25th percentile). She is fearless about climbing up on things, walks but pretty much only around Daddy, loves trains and cars, hates almost all food except for crackers, bites my face when she's annoyed with me, and loves to dance. She has an ornery smile that makes Mommy and Daddy think she may actually be naughtier than me and I am pretty sure that they are right.
